Dead Poets Fly
Robins fly towards the heavens
Williams he died
From earths torments and grays
Hanging in the balance
Was a tortured mind of kindness
Now he sleeps with angels
They have stopped to sing
For it seems there is laughter now
In the heavens
Laughing tears fall to earth
To wash away the pain
Of those left behind
I long to see robins fly
Up in the heavens above
Soon wishes to come true
Fly fly away
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